“Bury it at the foot of the bridge where traders sell their ware under a veil. When the moon bares its full face speak the words and sprinkle the dust across the arch and fall of the bridge.”
To an outsider I would appear a lonesome figure scurrying across the bridge, my trail of ash hidden by the night sky. Whisking past the pedallers of wanton desire, I tightened my veil, dust my hands as I speak the words into the mists of darkness. Retreating back to shadows from whence I came, I smile at the sewer rats making a meal of a blackened chicken carcass. Rabidly tearing at it’s head, scratching in delight at every morsel, snarling at each other, much like me and my master.Gutter rats soon to dine on royalties carcass.
“It is done, mistress.”
“I know, the scent of blood flows in the river Artizart its current pull at my vein. Tonight the Prince will scourge the womb that bore him, the axe will swing and the kings mind will become locked in a dungeon of mist. “
In response to the writing challenge flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by Priceless Joy click on the link to visit the blog. The photograph is from the lovely Joy Pixley (interesting photo can’t wait to see all the stories it inspires) and the challenge is to write a 100 – 150 words (+/- 25 words) story inspired by it. Do click on the link for other stories.